Even little ole ladies love the taste of a fresh burger from time to time, and Beverly's no exception. She found herself feelin' a little tuckered out after perusing thrift stores all morning so it was time to get a little meat in her system. Thankfully, there was a handicapped space open in front of that restaurant with the square burgers! After ordering up a big patty, she sat down, unwrapped it, and screamed "Where's my beef?!", because they gave Beverly some kinda new-fangled chicken sandwich instead. It was right around shift change, and there was a tall dark and handsome fry cook leaving the restaurant who was ready to answer Beverly's plea, "Where's my beef?? Where's my beef??? WHERE's MY BEEF?!?!?!?"

The cook replied, "You'll be happy with this juicy meat log, ma'am!" Beverly knew she was staring a sexx-tra value meal in the face, so she bagged up the burger boy with a guilt trip, and took her dark meat 'n' buns to go! There's your beef, honey!!! ENJOY :-)